"Uh, Mr. Ou......"

"I'm sorry, I'll correct it. I am a Chinese-American, my full name is Owen Jo, and the translation into Chinese is Owen Jo. To be precise, my Chinese surname is 'Qiao'. ”

Chinese-American Owen Jo, this is his fake identity for this mission.

He speaks standard Mandarin and is not at all recognizable as an American. Ivy looked him up and down, suspicious. It is incomprehensible that a rich and handsome American man who lives in a luxury apartment should come to work as an intern at a television station.

Ivy remembered Fan Jingjing's words - this kind of person can't learn hard, it's just a fresh play. She decided to give him a kick first, preferably to get him to back down.

"What surname Ou or surname Qiao, we Chinese don't understand your foreigners. Ivy teased deliberately.

She cleared her throat and put on a shelf like her predecessors, "Mr. Ou, do you know the work of a journalist? We brave the sun and rainforest every day, running through the streets and alleys of the city. It is common to have irregular meals, work overtime until two or three o'clock at night, and from time to time have to face various bloody scenes such as car accidents, homicides, fires, and earthquakes. Although you and I only have one side, with my understanding of you, you are not suitable to be a reporter, so I advise you to find another career. ”

"Mr. Ai, I was able to successfully pass the selection of your station and become a glorious intern, and I have already had an in-depth understanding of what you said, and I am afraid that I will not easily give up this great opportunity. Owen raised his chin and looked cynical.

This man is quite difficult to deal with. Ivy rolled her eyes and made another plan, "You're Chinese-American, right, what is your native language?"

"English. ”

"And what did you study in college?"

He shook his head, "I didn't go to college. ”

Ivy looked smug and persuaded earnestly: "Do you know what is the most important thing to be a reporter? Many great writers are journalists, such as Hemingway and Marquez. I don't think that a native English speaker and no university student can write a qualified Chinese manuscript, so I advise you not to be difficult for yourself and give up the idea of becoming a journalist. ”

"I also don't think that a person with such a one-sided, arbitrary view of things can be a good journalist. He folded his arms and looked her in the eye defiantly.

Ivy was choked by him, her cheeks were red, and she glared and said angrily: "You, you are so bold, you dare to contradict the teacher before you join the company?"

"It's okay, I've never liked being strong. Since Mr. Ai is unwilling to fall in love, I can only truthfully report to the personnel department and ask for a new teacher for me. He spread his hands and shrugged helplessly.

His words just poked at Ivy's weakness, with her recent poor work performance, if the intern complained to the personnel department again, the consequences were unimaginable. What's more, he was personally assigned to him by Bai Bing, if there was any mistake, Sister Bing would be disappointed again.

While the two were talking, an interview van pulled out of the courtyard.

The people in the car rolled down the windows and laughed loudly and joked: "Ivy, did you quarrel with your boyfriend? ”

It's two male colleagues in the channel, and it seems that they are going out for an interview. "Hey, don't talk nonsense, he's my ......" Before she could explain, the car was already driving away.

She turned her head to see Owen raise the corners of his mouth at her, a sinister smile.

Ivy took a deep breath, suppressing the anger that surged through her heart. At this time, she really can't get into trouble anymore, and let him go first, and then find a reason to blow him away in a few days.

She handed him her temporary work card, and her tone suddenly changed, "Mr. Qiao, what I said just now are ...... It's a test for you, and I'll accept you as an apprentice for the time being. But I want to warn you that I'm notoriously strict with my interns, and you need to be prepared. ”

"Just call me Owen in the future. Have a nice time with us. He held out his right hand to Ivy and smiled.

Ivy grinned, returned a very unnatural smirk, and reached out to shake him politely.

Owen straightened his tie, hung up his work card, and walked straight inside the gate. "Let's go, let's get familiar with the working environment first. His tone sounded like he was giving orders.

Arrogant fellow, who did he think he was, Ivy reluctantly followed him.

"I said, I really don't understand, what is the purpose of your internship?" asked Ivy unwillingly as she walked.

"Because I love journalism, I hope to learn about the ...... of the profession of journalism," Owen said as if endorsing.

"Internship Regulations No. 1: It is forbidden to lie to the teacher. Ivy posed as a teacher.

Owen stopped, winked at her, and gave the answer she wanted, "I've heard that TV stations are full of beautiful women. ”

As I expected, it was as I expected. Ivy said, "Okay, I knew your motives were not pure!"

As if he hadn't heard, Owen put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked up at the station's office building.

The building has about 30 floors, with nearly three meters high stairs leading to the lobby on the first floor. Unlike ordinary office buildings, there are several white satellite receivers on the roof, which are antennas used to receive or transmit TV signals, similar to the lids of large cauldrons that are flipped upside down.

"How many people are in this building, how many departments are there?" Owen asked.

Ivy tilted her head and thought for a long time, pinched her fingers and replied vaguely: "Our station has ten channels, plus several functional departments...... Well, there are about a dozen departments, and it seems that there are more than 2,000 people. ”

"Probably, likely, that's how you write your press release?" Owen stepped forward with a mocking tone.

This guy has an arrogant attitude, his words are thorny, and he is too ignorant of the sky! Ivy tightened her brows in anger and roared: "The second article of the internship regulations - it is forbidden to contradict the teacher."

Owen snorted and continued his way up the stairs.

"Hey, you wait, there's one more thing. ”

"You say. ”

Owen stood on the steps and turned to look down at Ivy.

Ivy lowered her eyelids and muttered softly, "That...... Don't tell anyone about last night, especially my colleagues in the department. ”

Owen raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "That depends on your performance." ”

He's a naked threat!

"You!" Ivy widened her eyes and clenched her hands into fists in anger, eager to rush up and punch him.